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It’s a quiet day for once. He’s cleared all the paperwork he needs to do, and he’s sat in the kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate between his hands. His gaze is directed to the window to watch the snow softly falling. His eyes close momentarily to take in the peace, but open upon hearing familiar footsteps. He knows he anywhere.
He has the spur of the moment thought, remembering Tuesday’s dance lesson they’d taken. He stands, abandoning his drink and moves with that specific grace he has when initiating a dance. She’s standing in the doorway, an eyebrow raised but that slight smile playing on her lips.
When he reaches her he bows slightly, taking her hand in one of his. A smile plays across his lips as his eyes flick up to meet hers. She’s got the expression akin to one someone would wear with their hands to their hips, and it’s all he can do to keep serious. He gently presses his lips to her hand, as he’s seen so often spoke of as a ‘gentlemanly’ act. He raises his gaze to hers to ask the question.
Her answer brings a smile to his face, matched only by the smile on hers. It’s as such that he stands, pulling her towards him and slowly bringing her around and around the kitchen in a gentle dance. Together, dancing as the snow gently falls from the sky providing a peaceful backdrop to their silent fun.
He’d rather it no other way.